Heir To Edenbrooke Novels & Stories

“Why tell me this?” “Because you’re the variable I can’t fully control,” Eleanor replied. “Steve has always been difficult, but you… you make him reckless. Volatile. He walked away from succession talks today after your little family reunion. If this continues, the board will force my hand. Disinheritance. Public distancing. The empire my husband nearly ruined with his weaknesses cannot afford another scandal.”

"My lady? Who was it? You look like you've seen a ghost." "Worse," I muttered, sinking into a chair. "A brother. Elias. Claims he's the hidden heir from the ledger." Her eyes widened, and she crossed herself quickly. "Lord preserve us. If that's true, the will... everything changes." The will. Father's last testament, the one that had named me sole heir provided I upheld the family traditions—marry into an approved alliance by my twenty-fifth birthday, bind the bloodline against the curse. But with a hidden heir surfacing, and Ma Felicia already scheming to insert Serena as the rightful claimant... it was a powder keg. I glanced at my phone—more messages pouring in from the suitors, from Nic

He would obliterate whatever was left of the uncle Elf spirit. "A few days before the engagement, Father set off for Ashenmore with my brother, my uncle and a dozen guards. I had an older brother actually." Zedekiel informed Ron, smiling as he recalled his brother's antics. His voice, his mannerisms, the way he infuriated him but made him happy at the same time. "His name was Berthiel. He was goofy and kind. He loved to play around and never took anything seriously. He was the heir to the throne but he always said he didn't want to be King. He said he'd rather let me be King while he roamed the world, enjoying everything it had to offer."

he finished, putting his hand on Eden’s shoulder. “I don't know what you're talking about," Eden replied, "according to what you taught me, dear father. I'm married and therefore part of the Viscounty of Hadleigh.” “What's this?” “Before now, I wouldn't have dared." She said, abruptly taking her father's hand away. "but I'm not the same, I'm not Eden Chase but Eden Boyle of Hadleigh.” “You ungrateful brat! How dare you say that! And to think I only have one Child, look at that. a little slut like any other omega!”

He doesn't seem all that high again, probably because of what happened at the council meeting after the rogues attacked. “Her?” He stops a few steps away, his hands casually tucked into his pockets. “The one who just stormed off like she owns the place. Eden.” The name doesn’t ring a bell, and I shake my head. “She’s hardly around here. She's been abroad, studying. She returned a few days ago,” he explains, leaning slightly against the wall. “Her father’s the highest-ranking member on the council. She’s... entitled, to say the least. Thinks the world revolves around her.”

I've never been the type to rush over things, they wanted evidence, they will have to wait for it and while they wait, time to rile up William further. "How do you feel, having no heir, brother?" I asked, looking directly at him. That's the only way the elders would know I was referring to him. "What do you mean by that statement?" An elder asked, his tone sharp and disrespectful. I glare at him, shutting him up at once. "Shut the hell up, Kayden." Ezekiel shuns, fidgeting once again. They ugly vein appearing on his forehead. "He has Brown as his heir, Kayden. What are you saying?" The first elder asked.

Grandma said and I heaved a sigh of relief She's going to start with John and Hazel so Mitchell and I will know our fate by then but I have a feeling that Mitchell is going to become the heiress. How great will it be for a heir and heiress to be together? We will conquer the world together and make so many histories. TBC........ ©️ Tricia

Back when he told me that, I thought he was just making it up to pressure me into taking over the sanctum. I still remembered the way he used to tap my forehead, half-annoyed. "You're not even on the list. The master chose his heir long before you were born. It's a very special and gifted boy." Could that heir be Max? I didn't waste time. I grabbed my needles again, adjusted the placements, and began breaking the spell. Half an hour passed. It should've worked by now. But he still didn't wake up, and I couldn't hear a heartbeat either.

I stand there, panting, trying to clear my thoughts of the tiredness. I need to find a way to change this "last mission" of the heir. I don't know why he ran away, but I'm sure he'll be back. I can't run away forever, especially when he has a physical advantage. Any kid my age would easily accept a hug, but I'd rather die in battle. That's why they made it his final mission. Wait, the heir is under the tutelage of a new teacher since we arrived in Castile, since according to reports his last teacher is at home due to injury in battle. The only teacher in Castile who knows me so well is. . .

my father explained, but those words left my ear. “Then that means Hannah knew about it….” I looked down at the ground, not wanting to see his face. I did not hear a single word from my father. It seems like he doesn’t know what to tell me. But it’s my fault for crossing the line. Every time someone mentions Hannah. My father freezes as if he was blaming himself deep inside him. I felt guilty about it, but at the same time, I didn’t want to take it back. “Since other mafia groups are now informed about your appearance. They will come and get you. Which is why you will be living in this place starting today,” declared my father. “And now you know you’re the heir of the Ambroise family.”